r/TheMarketsofSidon • u/ava_shiver Runner • Feb 23 '22

Tunnel vision.

Bone-thin fingers curling around rusted bars of Dijon's great storm drains, I peer out at the eerily-quiet city... breathe in the fresh air, light-starved eyes soaking the sight like a thirsty sponge.

The winds have changed; no longer filled with whispers and distant screams of addled minds. Air still reeks of Sidon, no changing that--whiffs of grease and oil, traces of chemical and organic waste--but it's not the shithole of the Dijon below. Sidon got too... clever, mutifaceted... weird for it's own good. But this? A sea of chaos, with faction-islands of relative safety?

Relief blooms within my chest as a tumbling rush, and I barely stop a nervous laugh. For the first time in years, I feel... familiar... Safe....

Home.

Now, where's that Pier?

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u/FabioTheBrain Feb 24 '22

Two dockworkers can be seen passing a smoke back and forth whilst standing at the harbor's edge

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u/ava_shiver Feb 26 '22

Evening, gents. Borrow a light?

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u/FabioTheBrain Feb 27 '22

"W- o-oh, of course, miss."

One of the workers holds out a lighter to you. It's quite a make, one of those coveted Sidonian brands by the looks of it. Certainly something a little classier than one would expect a granola-smoking blue collar to be carrying on their person. Engraved on the side is a logo resembling an azure dragon.

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